I keep moving, one foot in front of the other, seeing the destination in sight. All showing extremities have begun to turn unnatural colors and I chide myself for not grabbing a pair of gloves and a hat. Only a few more steps to the salvation of heating.
The warm air that blasts over me is like stepping into the rays of the sun. I shiver as the last bit of coldness leaves my body and smile. My skin tingles in response to the heat and I sigh in contentment. The warmth feels amazing but I only have to look back out the door to know that soon I'll have to go back out into the cold, facing the evilness of winter.
The next day I prepared myself with a sweatshirt, jacket, gloves, hat, and scarf. One last breath of heater oxygen and I brace myself for the weather. It never comes. Apparently it's 40 degrees today.
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